At my mother’s house tonight for her birthday dinner. Roasted chicken, roasted yams, cauliflower with cheese sauce, Cesar salad and fresh-made challah bread, with a peach pudding cake for dessert. At one point, the discussion turn to the very fine challah, made by my mother’s (non-Jewish) housemate. My mom made a comment about the origins of a challah recipe used by a Jewish friend in grad school.
|Mom:||Yeah, her mother got the recipe from a gentile neighbor. The neighbor called it ‘Jewish egg bread.’|
|Me:||Wow. I guess the hardest part about that would be knowing where to get Jewish eggs.|
|The Child:||(without missing a beat, looks at me like I’m stupid) From Jewish chickens of course.|
That’s my kid!